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January 22: We're all friends here, right? What happens at "Life...or a Reasonable Facsimile Thereof" stays at "Life...or a Reasonable Facsimile Thereof"?
I once confessed here that I sleep in socks and slippers. Well, there's more. This is Opus. Sharon gave him to me in my stocking on our first Christmas -- fifteen years ago, and sometimes I tuck him in the corner of my elbow, when I sleep.
This is just between us, right?
The second phase of my electric guitar/decoupage project. Stay tuned for the final reveal!
January 24: Welcome to our home! Sorry about the hair.
January 25: Why do I take all the coolest pictures hanging the camera out the window, on the way home from work?
January 26: This is what time it was when I stopped playing with my Raisinettes (that just sounds wrong), and decided to take a picture.
January 27: This is not the greatest picture, but I wanted to document the event.
This is my right forearm (we come from Swedish stock, we are hairy men, I apologize). After an incident at work Wednesday afternoon -- involving a self inflating pack of exploding foam insulation -- I had to shave my right forearm, with a straight razor blade.
With my left hand.
It was more like hacking, than shaving.
It took an hour and a half.
It was the closest thing I can imagine to being tarred and feathered.
You don't realize just how hairy your arms are, until you shave one of them -- and neither does anyone else. Today (Thursday), I felt like a woman with new breast implants. Everyone talked to my arm.
HEY! My eyes are up here buddy!
January 28: Any guesses?
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